I've never hid my love for Milwaukee. And while the Frogs aren't the only reason I love that city to the North, they certainly enhance my opinion of Brew City. A while back, every ball bag in indiedom was singing the praises of these brothers. Eddie Vedder, Billy Corgan, any other ass face that idiots were dumb enough to listen to were proclaiming the greatness of the Frogs. Now, it seems like few people care. Unfortunate, really since there are few musicians that can match their versatility. Spanning Tyrannosaurus Rex folk whimsy, to T Rex's glam stomps, to Saccharine pop, to weird grampa vocals about dead goats, these guys delivered the goods. And what funny goods they were. Check out these song titles: "Who's Sucking on Grampa's Balls Since Grandma Ain't Home Tonight?" and "Grandma's Sitting on the Corner with a Penis in Her Hand Going 'No, No, No, No, No'". Don't forget songs that deal with ultimate body modification involving the addition of "earlobes for cocks." April Doom.
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